Текст песни Joni Mitchell - JUDGEMENT OF THE MOON AND STARS (LUDWIG`
Joni Mitchell - JUDGEMENT OF THE MOON AND STARS (LUDWIG` слова песни
No tongue in the bellAnd the fishwives yellBut they might as well be muteSo you get to keep the picturesThat don`t seem like muchCold white keys under your fingersNow you`re thinking"That`s no substituteIt just don`t do itLike the song of a warm, warm bodyLoving your touch"In the court they carve your legendWith an apple in its jawAnd the women that you wantedThey get their laughsLong silk stockingsOn the bedposts of refinementYou`re too rawThey think you`re too rawIt`s the judgement of the moon and starsYour solitary pathDraw yourself a bathThink what you`d like to haveFor supperOr take a walkA parkA bridgeA treeA riverRevoked but not yet cancelledThe gift goes onIn silenceIn a bell jarStill a song ...You`ve got to shake your fists at lightning nowYou`ve got to roar like forest fireYou`ve got to spread your light like blazesAll across the skyThey`re going to aim the hoses on youShow `em you won`t expireNot till you burn up every passionNot even when you dieCome on nowYou`ve got to tryIf you`re feeling contemptWell then you tell itIf you`re tired of the silent nightJesus, well then you yell itCondemned to wires and hammersStrike every chord that you feelThat broken treesAnd elephant ivoriesConceal